Crystal Airplanes l.s

Chapter 1.

Louis William Tomlinson could not sleep.

He just simply couldn't. Maybe it was the excitement, or the nerves, but either way he couldn't sleep.

You see, tomorrow (Well more likely today, since it is 2:13am) is the day Louis catches his flight to London to surprise his fiancé. His fiancé meaning his husband-to-be. And 'to-be' meaning in a week 'to be.' It was all very exciting for Louis.

Soon, he'll be with his sweet Niall. They had been together since high school. Surprisingly, many people were supportive of them both. They even got '4th hottest couple' in the yearbook in senior year.

Not many people would have thought Louis and Niall would end up together, but they did. And they were both so glad.

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Louis jumped out of bed, he couldn't contain his excitement.

He unplugged his phone from the charger, looking at the background of Niall and him, before quickly checking the time.

"Okay, it's almost 10am. I need to be at the airport by 4pm." Louis thought out loud.

Louis liked to be organised. Not extremely organised, but enough so his plans can be faultless. Well, okay, maybe a little on the extreme side.

Louis took a quick shower, lathering himself in a new vanilla scented Lynx body wash. He wondered what Niall will say, when Louis touches down in London and around an hour later will see and hug his fiancé, telling him how much he missed him and Niall returning the common feeling.

It's like this a lot, hence the common-ness of it all. Niall works as a professional photographer, often going to various places, thus needing to leave Louis. Sometimes he only leaves for a few days, to somewhere that's not too far away, but this time it's for 3 weeks, and in London.

Louis and Niall live mainly in Los Angeles, you see. Although, Niall does tend to spend a lot of time in London because of his job, so he sort of lives there a lot too.

They were both raised in Doncaster in England, but shortly after graduating, they traveled the world together. When they came back, Niall got a job as a professional photographer, and Louis got a job as the manager of a Yves Saint Laurent store in downtown L.A.

You could say life is good for both Louis and Niall. Apart from the occasional long distance, and full on schedule, it was like nothing could go wrong.

Louis hopped out of the shower, grabbing the towel off the heated towel rail and wrapped it around himself.

He padded to his and Niall's bedroom, picking out a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans from the oak white dresser. He grabbed a grey sweatshirt with "Brooklyn Circus" written on it to throw over the top, as it was a little bit cold.

After 10 minutes, Louis had his creamy brown hair dry and styled into a fringe. He had packed his things last night so he wouldn't need to spend anytime packing them today.

He should probably get going soon, considering how L.A traffic is. So he slipped into his black Vans, grabbing both his suitcase and carry on, after he had double checked that everything was okay and that the house wouldn't burn down while he was away. Everything seemed to be in order so Louis grabbed his keys and stepped out of the house.

He slid the silver key into the keyhole in the grey door, turning it so it made a little 'click' noise before removing the key and making sure it was locked. He did the same to his black car, putting the bags in the passenger seat and sitting himself in the driver's seat.

Louis turned on the radio and instantly the sound of Patrick Stump singing was heard. He tapped along to the beat of 'Centuries' on the steering wheel.